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Chapter 8

Blaise Zabini wants her.


He wants her.

He does not care for books or broomsticks, he just wants her.

Perhaps it is because she's the only thing that cannot be bought.

Or perhaps it's because he's never had a "her" before.

Either way, he wants her. And he wants her badly.

It's the way she flounces around the castle in her knitted jumpers, handing
out handmade Christmas cards as she does so.

(He sleeps with his on his pillow, and has to get up early and wash his hair
to prevent everyone from laughing at the red glitter that's always there the
next morning.)

And it's the way she frowns when he doesn't listen to her.

(He's always too busy staring.)

And the fact that she always smells of mint chewing gum and Muggle shampoo
doesn't help him either.

(He took some of her shampoo and rubbed it on his finger once, and everyone
gave him looks of disbelief when he spent the day with his index up his left
nostril.)

She's so wrong, the Mudblood Hufflepuff, but he doesn't care.

And as their lips meet under white berries, comprehension suddenly dawns upon
him.

(He's in love.)


By Heart4Happiness.